Insecurities and Apathy

A strange tale had I to tell, once and then
the telling of it, that said something.
how the words were sewn together
I wish I knew how to use a sewing machine
Me too! But who cares.
Apathy could be my best friend,
But apathy cares not for best.
and for last, just love form the FCC
winning the war for mediocrity
So drink up to all your doubts, insecurities and apathy,
It is a bitter wine
Sweet and tart with love’s first innocent touch
Tasteless to the other.
She looks in the mirror and succumbs to her death